If I had to choose one bands discography to bring with me on a desert island, to listen to for the rest of my life... there's a lot of really great choices for this scenario, it's not easy... but I'd be confident that my choice of Black Sabbath would do me justice, even if it was only the early years... the Ozzy years!
Even though Led Zeppelin, or even Jimi Hendrix, may be wiser by providing a little more depth of album choices... the bottom line is that I NEVER get tired of listening to Sabbath.
If it's not Tony Iommi and his legendary cut-finger guitar riffs (Trivia: Iommi was a member of Jethro Tull in 1968, he played one gig with them, which happened to be the Rolling Stones Rock and Roll Circus video = legendary!)... or Geezer Butler and his groovy bass runs... and no, we didn't forget the tin man, Bill Ward... then it's Ozzy Osbourne and his incredibly soulful voice and lyrics... ahhh, the lyrics.
So this is an homage to one of our favorite Sabbath songs... one of the less obvious tunes for a tee, since that's how we do around here:
"Robot minds of robot slaves, lead them to atomic rage... plastic flowers, melting sun, fading moon falls upon... dying world of radiation, victims of mad frustration... Burning globe of oxy'n fire, like electric funeral pyre!!!"